[He's a little twitchy still, like the adrenaline of the night they stole him back hasn't quite left him while awake, so Kovacs' sudden appearance makes him flinch where he sits. But — it's Kovacs, and whatever nerves that shows in his expression bleeds out a little when he recognizes who's visiting. Shoulders relax, and the fork clenched in his hand is dropped into the hardly touched mish-mash of food that one of the infirmary workers had brought in.
He sighs a smile.
Relief. Tired relief. He has no fucking clue what to say at first. Apologies these days don't seem widely accepted — not because people are angrily denying them, but because they feel its unnecessary, which is... crazy to him. But thank god, Kovacs' words are a blueprint he can work off of.]
Yeah, well... Revenge for getting me back into smoking again.
[He looks fine. Newton, that is. He's not bruised up, not drooling or staring into space without a thought in his head, or in some bruise-eyed coma that he'll never wake up from. Just a bunch of wires that symbolize a stable heartbeat and a brain being carefully monitored.
If anything, he just looks tired there in his flimsy little hospital gown, like a man who'd just recently been exorcised of an uncountable number of hivemind voices.
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He sighs a smile.
Relief. Tired relief. He has no fucking clue what to say at first. Apologies these days don't seem widely accepted — not because people are angrily denying them, but because they feel its unnecessary, which is... crazy to him. But thank god, Kovacs' words are a blueprint he can work off of.]
Yeah, well... Revenge for getting me back into smoking again.
[He looks fine. Newton, that is. He's not bruised up, not drooling or staring into space without a thought in his head, or in some bruise-eyed coma that he'll never wake up from. Just a bunch of wires that symbolize a stable heartbeat and a brain being carefully monitored.
If anything, he just looks tired there in his flimsy little hospital gown, like a man who'd just recently been exorcised of an uncountable number of hivemind voices.
And maybe in need of a shave.]